It was our luck that you came by the wrong road. Otherwise we should not
have met each other--and the lion," he said, smiling reflectively.
"Where is Labbot?" asked she, intent upon the one subject uppermost in
her mind.
"In the mountains many leagues north of this pass. Had you taken that
route instead of this, you would by this time have left Labbot for the
town of Erros, a half-day's journey from Ganlook. Instead of vagabonds,
your escort would have been made up of loyal soldiers, well-fed,
well-clad, and well satisfied with themselves, at least."
"But no braver, no truer than my soldiers of fortune," she said
earnestly. "By the way, are you informed as to the state of affairs in
Dawsbergen?"
"Scarcely as well as your highness must be," he replied.
"The young prince--what's his name?" she paused, looking to him for the
name.
"Dantan?"
"Yes, that's it. What has become of him? I am terribly interested in
him."
"He is a fugitive, they say."
"They haven't captured him, then? Good! I am so glad."
Baldos exhibited little or no interest in the fresh topic.
"It is strange you should have forgotten his name," he said wearily.
"Oh, I do so many ridiculous things!" complained Beverly, remembering
who she was supposed to be. "I have never seen him, you know," she
added.
"It is not strange, your highness. He was educated in England and had
seen but little of his own country when he was called to the throne two
years ago.
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